end of the dance, JDChallenger gallant is the man who stands tall on a horse tethered to a rope of silk and straw chanting his name silent and strong reflected in the fire his yesterday tracks faced him in vision streaming colors unknown between the sky and earth untethered and unchanging ...
Being a writer... what a blasted thing! 'Tis a love-hate relationship. When you desire the most to write and create, this is when your lovely mind fales to corropercate. It dies when most needed. You soon find yourself writing of such nonesence... yet art from the heart. And when you are most buisy and you don't, nor shouldn't, be desturbed, so is the time when your mind wakes up. Is it not such a pitifull thing? If you are not a writer then you must think I'm crazy. But belive me, I wouldn't ...
a simple star blazing for affect covering the skies beyond what you and I know held in a galaxy brilliant and unfathomable inscribed together by a glue unrecognizable by sight heavenly designed by fingers incorrupt noticed in the dark through a fair tendered glass one sitting on a chair searching the order for a simple place ...
With a new phase in my life about to begin, I figure that I can bear to part with my air of mystery. Does anyone want to know who I really am?
In a world where it is dog eat dog; where we strive to be number one, no matter the cost; where environment is sacrificed for technology; where fast food on the run is chosen over those sit-down dinners; and the plethora of other things that take away our civilized charms ... I came across an article (albeit an older news item, but worthy all the same) that made me smile. It would appear ...
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